Alexander

One week later.

The conference room is stifling. Suffocating. I’m surrounded by enemies, by people who want to push me out of the company I worked so hard to build.

Their eyes scream it. Their stiff postures and the way they are unable to meet my gaze directly—it all confirms what I already know. 

Their eagerness is very telling.

Their lips and hands itch impatiently for when they can vote me out so they never have to deal with a reckless, scandal-ridden CEO again.

One ...